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In order for us to redeem the time we need to give God our best
and be willing to do all He asks as proof of where our faith rests
as it's not about how much you've given but has your faith been consistent
in offering all you have to God with a loving persistence
to be thankful when receiving any and all blessings that come from God
and responsible when you get them and holding them in the highest regards
but to offer anything to God that costs you nothing at all
is the difference between true sacrifice and just giving a lip call
for it's not about just talking the talk, it's about being willing to walk the walk
what motivates us? and what is in our hearts?
are two of the things that most concern our Lord God
to be about giving God your best, as He's the only one whom you need to address
there will be times of difficult instructions when you choose to follow His commands
there will be some hard choices to make that you may never come to understand
yes God will test you to determine your faithful resolve
but if you place your trust in Him some mysteries in your life may be solved
and when making a burnt offering to God it needs to be free and whole
coming from one's heart with the surrendering of one's soul
so never offer God anything that costs you nothing to give
remember it's only by His grace and mercy that you even live
Abraham was so faithful to God he was willing to offer his only son
his hope for the future, his heritage, his legacy now under the gun
about to slay his only son until the Angel of God appeared
and told him, "don't touch that child", for we know of God you now fear
he was willing to make the sacrifice and give all that from him God desired
no matter how hard, no matter how difficult to follow the instructions God inspired
hand God your hands and let Him have control
adhere to God's plans and surrender to Him your soul
trusting in what He instructs you to do
believing His blessings will then rain down on you
God has much in store for us when we follow His instructions
and will supply all our needs with His providential productions
His word is the pathway to promise and the roadway to righteousness
His love is the gateway to glory and the highway to holiness
so don't offer God anything that costs you nothing in life
for He made the greatest offer to you with the crucifixion of His son Jesus Christ
there's a whole lot of shaking going on and you're all shook up
but that is how life is when you drink from God's cup
life can take unexpected turns and have you all spun around
just remember who's in control and has the power to settle life down
now Paul and Silas were in prison for simply preaching the gospel
but after praying to God He then did the impossible
when life has you all shook up you need to stand back and sit still
don't be negative, have a little talk with God and then wait on His will
continue to do what is required of you and trust in God to show you a plan
for God can open new doors in a way you might not even understand
but that's okay as the word of God says to lean not towards your own understanding
but to wait for the will of God to intercede and to do what the Spirit is demanding
if you have a relationship with God He might shake up your normal routine
to take you out of your comfort zone and into a place you've never seen
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what is best when it comes to your destiny
accepted beliefs, traditional concepts and that's how it's always been done
but a whole lot of shaking will be going on and your faith may be under the gun
sop forget those accepted beliefs and let God guide you along
allow Him to shake things up and put you where He knows you belong
as no weapon formed against you will prosper nor come to fruition
allow the will of God to shake things up and put you in a better position
now the adversary also has the power to shake things up in your life
just recognize the enemy for what he is and then call on the power of Christ
a young girl who was demon possessed had caused a riot to manifest
with lies told against Paul and Silas they found themselves under arrest
but Paul and Silas did not possess the spirit of fear
for they knew that the Lord God would always be there
so at the midnight hour when all hell tends to break out
that's when to the Lord our God Paul and Silas did pray and shout
and lo and behold God answered their call
an earthquake occured and shook the prison walls
then all the cell doors flew open
and all the shackles were then broken
for when the praises to God go up the blessings of the Lord come down
and there will be a whole lot of shaking going on
but that's okay you're on sacred ground
HE ALWAYS LOVED ME 4-2-09
All of my life, He loved me
I first took notice of it
When I was about three(3)
Every tear, every frown
Lifts my spirit, when I need to be unwind
At age seven(7)
He taught me, how to be a true friend
And how to return genuine love
Even way back then
When I was about nine or ten(9-10)
Someone else took my innocence
Who’d I thought was a family friend
And…That Man Loved Me
By Eleven or possibly twelve(11-12)
It happen to me again
So I took off running away from Him
Because of another horrible man
That wasn’t the plan
When I was fourteen(14)
I felt no longer clean
thought I
Had no father figure to listen to
My hopes and dreams
By fifth teen(15)
I found my first love
We indulged in adult things
We had no business, we had a child
And…This Man Still Loved Me
With unconditional love, and a lot of beguile
At Seventeen(17)
I was on my second bout, with another mans child
But He still showed me that he loved me
Without a doubt
Between then and the last of my teens,
I had been running about, still looking for love
When a stranger came on the scene, my envy had turn green
No physical love in my world, just trouble and strife
I was trying to figure out how to again,
Come clean
So I married a man who claimed to except me and my kids,
I had no idea that he was abusive and would beat my ass
And fracture my ribs
Twenty one now and two(21 children later
I realized that the man I trusted and married
Wasn’t my hero, he was nothing but a hater
To be beaten and stripped of my dignity and pride
I was going down fast, from where I thought I was
In for the long haul, not a pretentious, joyride
And after all this, He Still Loved Me
By age twenty two(22),
He gave me the OK, on what and how to do
What should’ve been done when
His love for me was new
He did an instant replay of my life,
Reminding me of my innocence
He reminded me of His Agape Love
And that it came without a price
He said: your season here is over and done
For your battles are no longer under the gun
He said: I never stop loving you
And before all is said and done
You are again with child, and with this seed you carry
I have evened the score,
And peace and harmony in your life,
I already begun to restore.
4/14/02
You asked me one day if it would be okay if we could consecrate our love
I told you that I was still a virgin and that my stuff was precious to me from above
At this point in our relationship you told me that you loved me
At least one time you did decree
Several times throughout we kissed, we fondled one another
You were such a gentlemen and you said you understood my brotha
And that me being a virgin wasn’t a bother
It’s been six long years, these days baby that’s a long time
One day you took it upon yourself to pop the question about love sublime
“DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU WOULD BE THE ONE
THAT WOULD DEVIRGIN-IZE MY BEHIND AND PLACE ME UNDER THE GUN”
You begged and you pleaded for just a little squeeze
Just to let you smell my nature, you said: “PLEASE BABY PLEASE”
I gave into you and said just a little peek but you must not tell cause,
This is on the down-low you know on the sneak
You tipped right on through
You tickled me, you wiggled you moved all about. It was oh so sensual
I never felt anything so emotion-felt, in all my days
I began moving about in many, many ways and at this point my virgin-est behind
Wanted to know how the un-virgin lays
He moaned than I, as he tried entering my anatomy, he made me yell out and cry
I don’t need no baby daddy right now, I’m to young
My mom and dad would die
He stuck his tongue into my ear, then licked me down as he began to lie
He said: baby girl believe me when I say this; I’m a man not a boy
I take full responsibility for all this joy
I’m not ready to be your baby daddy
That’s when I said: “BOY DON’T BE COY”!
He said I got protection for me and you,
Now let’s get down to the business at hand,
“You know I love you Boo”!
I knew I had love for this brotha, but what I wasn’t sure of is,
If what we had between the two of us was enough to become a father and a mother
All of a sudden something clicked; that’s when I belted out:
“GET UP OFF OF ME, SLICK”
Get you lying tail off me, quick!
I remember you now, you’re the joe-blow who’s face was plastered on
America’s most wanted
The most wanted dead-beat dad, labeled low-class!
He hemmed then hawed, trying t get back in, buut my still virgin behind got my head on
straight to continue with my dignity and grin.
He wears his halo with a bad boy attitude,
Walking the line between Saint and Sinner.
Oh, what it is his crooked smile does to you.
To your mind, he's a prizewinner.
His wings are tarnished, not meant for flight.
Before he was angel, he was a hellion.
Standing now, on the side of right,
yet, still capable of rebellion.
Holding open doors, he does with style.
He moves with the grace of a Tiger.
In others shoes, he would walk that mile.
He wears leather better than any biker.
His kisses are fire, that always linger.
His come hither eyes melt your knees.
It tickles your fancy when he caresses your fingers,
He always says thank you and please.
His romantic side, he's not afraid to show.
He can be a mechanic, carpenter or plumber.
He enjoys eating dinner in a candles glow,
he's even willing to snuggle when you slumber.
But!
Is he there for you faithfully when it isn't fair weather?
Does he appreciate the time you spent cleaning?
Will he conveniently forget plans you made together,
when a buddy, with a new toy, calls for help wrenching?
Will he let you drive his truck he calls "Baby"?
When sick, will he allow you to smother?
Does he like cats, yes, no or maybe?
Does he even like your Mother?
Will he take out the trash without being reminded?
Does his dirty socks even get near the hamper?
When out with you, to other girls is he blinded?
Does he understand, camping to you, means in a camper?
Does he eat the dinners you cook without ketchup?
Does he throw his wet towels on the floor?
His own kitchen mess, is he willing to clean up?
Is he even willing to help with house chores?
Your internal clock is ticking under the gun.
You have used all of your feminine wiles.
Is he the man you can call "The one"?
Can you get him to walk down the isle?
For the contest: "Is She The One"
Hosted by: Tavarus M. Moreland
CONFUSED CRACKED CRAZY WORLD---
Public defender,
trying to remember,
placement inside of 8ft blender,
glass cubicle- full musical,
holy pentacle- left ventricle,
want to be saved so enraged,
caught up in the storm;
left all alone lightning and thunder,
got me wondering,
where is the warm,
come in from- the storm,
classic mistake- Miss Mats box crate,
oatmeal and raisin apple pie confuse,
Got a cold ah choo,
No more bacon cured-Susan dropped her pearls,
confused cracked crazy world
who's the one to uplift me,
isn't easy being green,
now classical Tale,
please send the mail,
post is not paid enough,
is said want to enlist,
can no longer take this separate,
confused cracked crazy world
by this electronic Blitz whooping and hollering,
lived in the projects but now I got this tattered,
and torn live in Warren Comfort Inn confuse,
pain- is not my game,
up the one way- down the same way,
Twist and Shout- turn it about,
ruffle and rhyme- rhythm and shine,
sing Blues- win or lose,
I'm the one -under the gun,
Rhythm and praise,
listen for days,
confused cracked crazy world
rich and poor- neither can afford,
I'm flattered and gold,
this I've Been told,
Mansion the function mumbo-jumbo,
shand and gumption, oh oh,
I am all about what I said bout the Rapture,
is here why must we fear,
confused crack crazy world
presence is gone- I'm all alone,
whooping and hollering trying to make a dollar,
cradle to the crib this much has been done,
all that I read- this is what I said,
Peace be out living the LIE I just want to live in Christ
confused cracked crazy world
1/6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
HIS FATHERS SON 07-23-08
“He is his fathers son” ,
The one that you should’ve taught, right from wrong
He’s the one who you kept waiting all night long.
“He is your offspring” ,
Your footsteps he should’ve been following
While teaching him to be king of his own castle to his queen
He’s the one that while in the streets, you should’ve been teaching,
not to be a drug feen.
He is, your fathers grandson,
The one “you should’ve showed love to”
And how to provide, with the right means
Like how you use to love his mom
How could you, interrupt his dreams
He is your son,
For whatever reason your fatherhood was revoked, the day you became dead-beat
Telling him about how the system was all a big joke, and when you took off
and were on the run, convincing him, it was all in fun “that day”
He was your one and only” ,
You decided “that moment”
That you were more important, you placed him under the gun, in harms way.
He was your son,
From conception to now, the streets consumed him,
ever since you walked out and left town,
WOW!
Until “NOW“, he was a good child,, never disrespectful, boastful or loud
He choose a good path, one that was directed,
by the only Father, with whom his earthly father never connected…
His number has been called, and your no longer around
And all of the other fathers sons are watching with their sons, as they’re lowering
Your only namesake’s casket into the graveyard grounds.
He was His Father’s son, but please don’t you ever get it twisted,
Because our son knew whose last voice he heard,
before he breathed his last breath,
And was Heaven bound.
Just or unjust, they do as they must
The secretive sect of ANON
They live in a world, where truths are unfurled
Where justice is served, not undone
Just kids on a quest, to make their world the best
A time for renewal has come
Born out of sedition, in an act of contrition
In a world living under the gun
Trust no one no lover, no sister nor brother
To the whim of their will never bend
The youth lie beguiled, innocence defiled
The rules of play changed to their end
A PLANDEMIC cull, our lives they annul
As part of an old prophecy
The past Resident or the next P.R.esident
Are nothing but puppets you see
The proper recourse, stop plastics at source
Corporate heads know not shame
Sustainable growth has mankind by the throat
Corporations are never to blame
Quick for to revel, in a dance with the devil
C.E.O.’s climb on the rung
When those left to pay, will drown in dismay
In a world living under the gun
Profiteers will amass, mankind lashed to the mast
Stripped of their will and their verve
The luck of the dealers, unjust freedom stealers
Put themselves before those whom they serve
As illustrious leaders, peddlers and dealers
Repeating the sins of the past
The lay of their game, as always the same
Since the first day the die has been cast
The Bible of old, as Genesis told
Of hearts that are harder than stone
The Babylon Whore, and the wolves at your door
Will render your flesh from the bone
The time it has come, Armageddon unsung
The milk has been soured and curled
A New World in the making, the old one forsaken
Their Masonic flag lies unfurled
what do you do when you are in the middle with many rivers to cross?
what do you do when you feel like all is about to be lost?
do you give up? do you give in?
or do you stand strong and pray in the end?
moments of doubt in a limital space
trying to survive in society's rat race
surrounded by the destruction and death that is a part of life
barely holding on to your faith in the Lord Christ
in the middle of that limital space
with consequential decisions to make
do you go left or do you go right?
do you surrender or do you fight?
do you chose death? do you chose life?
or do you place all in the hands of Christ?
what do you do when you are in the middle with many miles ahead?
what do you do when you're unsure, do you allow the spirit in you to be led?
you're at Mahaniam a temporary stopgap and it's time to stand still
just don't try to make any decisions that go against God's will
you might feel powerless but remember the God to whom you pray
is an omnipotent God who will always make a way
what do you do when you are in the middle of this road called life?
you need to be like Jacob and pray to the Almighty Christ
humble yourself before Him and thank Him for all that He has done
remember all the times He's delivered you when you were under the gun
pray to Him unceasingly and petition to Him your needs
ask Him for your hearts desires as you fall down on your knees
you're at the threshold of a breakthrough on a precipice at the edge
in a limital space standing on life's ledge
don't worry just trust in the promises of God
no longer in the middle now safe in His arms
THE HUNDRED YEAR DAY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
In three more minutes they’ll open the gate
I’ll wait in my car going over my slate
It’s been six long years and it’s not over yet
I’m wagering my future I need to win this bet
I’m clean today for now that’s all I can say
I’ll not let anything lead me astray, I pray
There’s a monkey clamped tightly on my back
A junkies lifelong companion ever on the attack
It’s hard, but I resist the urge to surrender
To the wildfires scorching a psyche so tender
An avalanche of past errors leap to the fore
But I’ll brush them aside as many times before
Today I’ll get high by not getting high
That’s easy to say but so tricky to comply
I don’t care what other people say, but I do
That may be the reason my hopes never grew
When I’m weakening I need to stop and think
Recurring memories drove me to the brink
Luckily I met a good woman who understood
That pulling together we’d both do good
I won’t disappoint her or myself, I’ll try
The baggage is heavy it’s no pie in the sky
Old negative urges I’ve learned to dismiss
Are guiding my steps to avoid the abyss
Each day that passes strengthens resolve
To stay on course and continue involved
In my own battle with the demons inside
To regain my dignity to restore my pride
I hold them at bay if for only one day
I ignore them that’s the strategy I play
Twenty four hours can be pleasure for some
Or a melange of worry when under the gun
Each twenty four hours challenge my fate
I need to stay vigilant, they’ve opened the gate